Original Short: 140 Words + 1 word title
Re-Programing
From high on the astral plane Primus created a gate ahead of him and dived through Unicron close behind poised for the final strike.
Near the heart of Magrathea two mice and an old man were travelling down dusty corridors.
"I'm quite sure nothing will go wrong this time." said the old man calmly, "After all, the computers assure us that the probability of anything coming into contact with either planet at those co-ordinates is staggeringly remote."
"We should hope so." replied the mouse perching itself on his right shoulder it's squeaky voice tinged with irritation.
"And you placed the back up correctly too?" piped up the second from the man's left shoulder.
"Yes. It is there too. Both of them to the specifications you supplied us. I'm sure it will be quite alright."
The trio continued along in silence.
Drabble: Exactly 100 words + 1 word title
Re-Programing
From high on the astral plane Primus created a gate ahead of him, diving through with Unicron close behind.
Two mice and an old man were travelling down through Magrathea.
"I'm quite sure nothing will go wrong this time." stated the old man, "The computers assure us that the probability of anything coming into contact with either planet at those co-ordinates is staggeringly remote."
"We should hope so." replied an irritated Bengie form Slartibartfast's right shoulder
"Is the back up placed?" piped Frankie from the Slartibartfast's left shoulder.
"Yes. It is there too. I'm sure it will be quite alright."
Re-Programing
From high on the astral plane Primus created a gate ahead of him and dived through Unicron close behind poised for the final strike.
Near the heart of Magrathea two mice and an old man were travelling down dusty corridors.
"I'm quite sure nothing will go wrong this time." said the old man calmly, "After all, the computers assure us that the probability of anything coming into contact with either planet at those co-ordinates is staggeringly remote."
"We should hope so." replied the mouse perching itself on his right shoulder it's squeaky voice tinged with irritation.
"And you placed the back up correctly too?" piped up the second from the man's left shoulder.
"Yes. It is there too. Both of them to the specifications you supplied us. I'm sure it will be quite alright."
The trio continued along in silence.
Drabble: Exactly 100 words + 1 word title
Re-Programing
From high on the astral plane Primus created a gate ahead of him, diving through with Unicron close behind.
Two mice and an old man were travelling down through Magrathea.
"I'm quite sure nothing will go wrong this time." stated the old man, "The computers assure us that the probability of anything coming into contact with either planet at those co-ordinates is staggeringly remote."
"We should hope so." replied an irritated Bengie form Slartibartfast's right shoulder
"Is the back up placed?" piped Frankie from the Slartibartfast's left shoulder.
"Yes. It is there too. I'm sure it will be quite alright."